"Ah, hello Dewey, nice to see ya for the first time, you don't look too bad yourself," said The Kid with a muse.
"Oh, I'm aware of who you are, you're that crime lord that's been making my boys look bad!" he shouted angrily.
"That was me? Look bad at what? You can't prove jack shit fat boy, and who are ya gonna tell, the cops?" asked the Kid with a light chuckle.
King Dewey's face then turned from one of rage, to a smirk.
"Nope, I know the cops aren't my guys, but I know one thing for sure, Kid, if that's even your name," said King Dewey.
"Oh yeah, what?" asked the Kid with a wide grin.
"That you won't strip off that Dia das bruxas costume even if it meant free sex from babes!" shouted King Dewey.
The Kid exploded with laughter, with the effect destroyed.
"WOW! YOU ARE SOMETHING PUDDIN'! HAHAHAHAHA!! Ever figured out why I maintain an anonymity as a criminal? Not only does it scare people that I prowl at night, but no one will have a face to go with the crime! Not only that, but as you can see, I'm not entirely the sanest guy alive," he cooed softly.
"What does dementia have to do with an anonymity?" asked Dewey.
"Oh nothing really, it just makes it mais pleasing that the person inducing such strong feelings doesn't have a target, cause it could be anyone! I rule Fort Grumley now "King Dewey", your time ended when I was a fucking sperm!!" he shouted with laughter.
"Oh really? Boys, sick him," commanded the King, clapping his flippers as three mobsters aimed their Tommy armas at him.
"Psh, gimme your best shot!" shouted the Kid, standing still with a wink.
The penguins soon fired away, hitting him a thousand times in the chest, but it became apparent that he was not dying. They soon emptied their magazines as the Kid laughed, receiving a mere graze on the left leg.
"Come on, never heard of the bullet proof?!" shouted the Kid, leaping up into the air and kicking two of them to the ground, then firing his own pistol into the others, emptying it until he was surrounded.
"It's over Kid! Just fall in and we'll spill your guts in no time!" shouted King Dewey.
The Kid then smiled, he had an idea.
"Okay, I'll fall in, ask me whatever you want sunny-Jim," said the Kid, throwing his gun on the floor.
"First, I ask that you take off the goggles and throw that hat on the floor!" shouted King Dewey.
"Just what I wanted you to say..." he chuckled, then spun in a circle.
All of a sudden, blood poured out of the necks of all the mobsters who surrounded him, falling over and succumbing to eternal sleep, the small daggers were visibly protruding from their throats as soon as they fell.
"You guys truly are all the same. Seriously, you're like all the other mobsters I've killed, ya act as if some damned force is gonna protect you, or that you're invincible behind your little squirt guns! Honestly, I could give a rat's bunda about who you guys are, because in the end, someone, or someone's are going to fucking die. Go it sweet-cakes?" asked The Kid, getting in King Dewey's face.
"You win this round Kid," grunted King Dewey with an icy stare.
"Round? I already beat the game! All I need-" said the Kid, then violently ripped out King Dewey's throat, "Is the final boss!"
The beefy pinguim hit the ground with an ear-shattering thud. The remaining mobsters looked in terror as their king has died.
"Welcome to MY mob, assholes," chuckled the Kid.
"Boss, the girl, she got away!" shouted a mob member.
The Kid froze, then his grin widened further.
"We got that Einstein birdy and faggot child though, right K'Walski?" asked the Kid.
"You know well that I won't spill any of my secrets, I have my commander's word," replied Kowalski darkly.
"Oh, is that right? Well, well, well then, guess you get to be in my room then, ya know, in dim light, candles, a warm bed, and then I get the pleasure of laying your sweet bunda if you cruz me," chuckled the Kid.
"I beg your pardon?" asked Kowalski uncomfortably.
"It won't do ya good keeping secrets babe, Lawrence learned that the hard way.... Am I right Lawrence? Oh right, DEAD," said the Kid with a mile-wide grin, standing on Lawrence's stiffened body.
"You're really sick, you know that?" asked Kowalski.
"Aw, that's not fuuuuuun~!" pouted The Kid, shaking Kowalski with extreme violence.
"Why do you act like that?" asked Kowalski with a straight face.
The Kid fluffed his feathers up, shivering a little in the spine, grinning with complete euphoria.
"I dream of drowning in blood, K'Walski, THAT, is my fantasy, just that crimson fluid of beauty! It brings me pleasure, it makes me downright drunk with it's viscous, iron-scented GLORY!! It's a scarlet horror for you, but a bliss reserved to bring warmth to the twisted cockles of my heart, I'd rip out my own coração just to worship it! Douse myself in its sparkling beauty! I WANT TO andorinha AND WALLOW IN IT TILL I DROWN!!" screamed the Kid, shaking violently, being held steady por Al and two others.
"Boss, calm down, you're gonna give yourself a seizure," said Al softly.
"PRIVATE'S GONNA BE SO BEAUTIFUL WHEN HE POPS WITH HOW HARD I'LL SQUEEZE HIS FAT bunda AND I'LL ENJOY EVERY minuto OF HIS BLOOD TOO!!!" screamed the Kid in laughter.
"Oh, I'm aware of who you are, you're that crime lord that's been making my boys look bad!" he shouted angrily.
"That was me? Look bad at what? You can't prove jack shit fat boy, and who are ya gonna tell, the cops?" asked the Kid with a light chuckle.
King Dewey's face then turned from one of rage, to a smirk.
"Nope, I know the cops aren't my guys, but I know one thing for sure, Kid, if that's even your name," said King Dewey.
"Oh yeah, what?" asked the Kid with a wide grin.
"That you won't strip off that Dia das bruxas costume even if it meant free sex from babes!" shouted King Dewey.
The Kid exploded with laughter, with the effect destroyed.
"WOW! YOU ARE SOMETHING PUDDIN'! HAHAHAHAHA!! Ever figured out why I maintain an anonymity as a criminal? Not only does it scare people that I prowl at night, but no one will have a face to go with the crime! Not only that, but as you can see, I'm not entirely the sanest guy alive," he cooed softly.
"What does dementia have to do with an anonymity?" asked Dewey.
"Oh nothing really, it just makes it mais pleasing that the person inducing such strong feelings doesn't have a target, cause it could be anyone! I rule Fort Grumley now "King Dewey", your time ended when I was a fucking sperm!!" he shouted with laughter.
"Oh really? Boys, sick him," commanded the King, clapping his flippers as three mobsters aimed their Tommy armas at him.
"Psh, gimme your best shot!" shouted the Kid, standing still with a wink.
The penguins soon fired away, hitting him a thousand times in the chest, but it became apparent that he was not dying. They soon emptied their magazines as the Kid laughed, receiving a mere graze on the left leg.
"Come on, never heard of the bullet proof?!" shouted the Kid, leaping up into the air and kicking two of them to the ground, then firing his own pistol into the others, emptying it until he was surrounded.
"It's over Kid! Just fall in and we'll spill your guts in no time!" shouted King Dewey.
The Kid then smiled, he had an idea.
"Okay, I'll fall in, ask me whatever you want sunny-Jim," said the Kid, throwing his gun on the floor.
"First, I ask that you take off the goggles and throw that hat on the floor!" shouted King Dewey.
"Just what I wanted you to say..." he chuckled, then spun in a circle.
All of a sudden, blood poured out of the necks of all the mobsters who surrounded him, falling over and succumbing to eternal sleep, the small daggers were visibly protruding from their throats as soon as they fell.
"You guys truly are all the same. Seriously, you're like all the other mobsters I've killed, ya act as if some damned force is gonna protect you, or that you're invincible behind your little squirt guns! Honestly, I could give a rat's bunda about who you guys are, because in the end, someone, or someone's are going to fucking die. Go it sweet-cakes?" asked The Kid, getting in King Dewey's face.
"You win this round Kid," grunted King Dewey with an icy stare.
"Round? I already beat the game! All I need-" said the Kid, then violently ripped out King Dewey's throat, "Is the final boss!"
The beefy pinguim hit the ground with an ear-shattering thud. The remaining mobsters looked in terror as their king has died.
"Welcome to MY mob, assholes," chuckled the Kid.
"Boss, the girl, she got away!" shouted a mob member.
The Kid froze, then his grin widened further.
"We got that Einstein birdy and faggot child though, right K'Walski?" asked the Kid.
"You know well that I won't spill any of my secrets, I have my commander's word," replied Kowalski darkly.
"Oh, is that right? Well, well, well then, guess you get to be in my room then, ya know, in dim light, candles, a warm bed, and then I get the pleasure of laying your sweet bunda if you cruz me," chuckled the Kid.
"I beg your pardon?" asked Kowalski uncomfortably.
"It won't do ya good keeping secrets babe, Lawrence learned that the hard way.... Am I right Lawrence? Oh right, DEAD," said the Kid with a mile-wide grin, standing on Lawrence's stiffened body.
"You're really sick, you know that?" asked Kowalski.
"Aw, that's not fuuuuuun~!" pouted The Kid, shaking Kowalski with extreme violence.
"Why do you act like that?" asked Kowalski with a straight face.
The Kid fluffed his feathers up, shivering a little in the spine, grinning with complete euphoria.
"I dream of drowning in blood, K'Walski, THAT, is my fantasy, just that crimson fluid of beauty! It brings me pleasure, it makes me downright drunk with it's viscous, iron-scented GLORY!! It's a scarlet horror for you, but a bliss reserved to bring warmth to the twisted cockles of my heart, I'd rip out my own coração just to worship it! Douse myself in its sparkling beauty! I WANT TO andorinha AND WALLOW IN IT TILL I DROWN!!" screamed the Kid, shaking violently, being held steady por Al and two others.
"Boss, calm down, you're gonna give yourself a seizure," said Al softly.
"PRIVATE'S GONNA BE SO BEAUTIFUL WHEN HE POPS WITH HOW HARD I'LL SQUEEZE HIS FAT bunda AND I'LL ENJOY EVERY minuto OF HIS BLOOD TOO!!!" screamed the Kid in laughter.
